Jack watched as Ianto stared at the sea, his facial features relaxed in a way Jack couldn't remember ever seeing. "Sad ending," Jack spoke breaking the ending. Ianto turned around a confused expression on his face. "The book."

"I don't think it was sad." Ianto said and it surprised Jack at how confident he sounded. The Ianto he was used to seeing hid behind dry humour and sharp suits. "I mean, okay so it was sad when you think about what happened to the characters..." Jack listened as Ianto spoke about the book that clearly meant a lot to him. Jack tried hard to think of a time when Ianto had spoken with such passion, such fire in his voice and the only time he could think of was when Jack told him to kill Lisa.

"So I take it you like the book then?" Jack grinned once Ianto had stopped speaking. The young Welsh boy blushed and turned his attention back to the sea. "So are you here on holiday?"

Ianto nodded as his fingers ran through the sand. "My mum's idea: thought it would be good for us." He explained in little detail. "What about you?"

Jack was clueless at what to say. He couldn't tell the truth, he could already be risking paradoxes jut by talking to him, but telling him the truth was definitely out of the question. "Yeah, I'm on holiday too." Jack lied.

"From America?" Ianto asked curiously. Jack wondered how he was going to answer, he could easily lie his way through the question he was thinking of what to lie about when they heard screams coming from the streets behind the beach.

Jack knew that the Demon of Fear acted quickly, but he had just hoped selfishly that he would have had more time enjoying his time with Ianto before trying to save his memories. "What do you think that was?" Ianto asked as he stood up, brushing the sand from his jeans. Jack couldn't help admire the view. Ianto caught his eye and blushed.

"Don't suppose it was kids mucking around do you?" Jack asked standing up and brushing the sand off his own trousers, he was slightly disappointed when he found Ianto not looking at him.

"Didn't see any kids." Ianto answered. "I should probably get going."

"Wait..." Jack rushed before he thought of what he was going to say. This Ianto was completely different from his Ianto, and he was finding it hard to think of what to say. "I'll walk up with you."

"You don't know where I'm staying." Ianto smirked.

"Does it matter?" Jack laughed. Ianto shrugged and started to walk back up towards the main road. Jack following with a satisfied smile. "So, where are you staying?" Ianto chuckled before answering the question.

"We rented a house on Beach Street," Ianto smiled. The thought of spending the night, let alone four weeks in the house made him shiver.

Jack smiled and they started to walk along the road. "So, will I see you again?" Jack asked bluntly. Ianto turned to look up at him and smiled.

"Why? Do you want to?" He asked confidently. Jack grinned, he liked this Ianto.

"And if I do?" Jack smiled. Ianto just grinned in return. "So, tomorrow?"

"I'll probably be out with my mum." Ianto said, his voice showing his disappointment. They continued to walk up the road, "I'm staying there." He pointed to the run down house a little embarrassed by it's appearance. "So if you want to see me again, come there and I shall see if I have time for you."

"Great." Jack smiled. "Bye then."

"Bye." Ianto smiled and headed into the house.

Jack wondered what he was supposed to do now. He was there to save Ianto's memories, but he had no idea what to do when he wasn't with him. He waited until Ianto was safely inside his house before heading to find out what had caused the scream.

It could have just been an old lady who had fallen down, but Jack didn't believe that deep down. He walked along the street, it wasn't a big area a few streets ran into each other and then it was just roads towards the towns and cities.

Jack found the reason for the scream. There was police tape all around a small detached house. He wanted to burst in demanding answers but knew a teenager going 'Torchwood' wouldn't work. He would most likely get put in a cell for a couple of hours and do a few drug tests probably.

"What happened?" An old lady with grey hair asked an older man who was leaning on a walking stick. Jack couldn't help but grin, old people were always in with the gossip.

"A murder." The man shivered. Jack looked over at him, and the man caught his eye. "No place for a teenager to be hanging around. You should go home kid."

"I'm not a kid." Jack argued straight away, in reality he was probably older then the man and he was pressing on eighty.

"A murder?" The old woman continued. "Here?" She sounded completely shocked. "Never had anything so exciting happen on my doorstep."

"Someone died." Jack pointed out. "Hardly exciting." He couldn't help but think his teenage self had a bit of an attitude problem; he wondered whether his older self came across like that.

"Who was it?" The woman asked as though she couldn't hear Jack.

"Not too sure." The man sighed. "Blood all over the body though. Looked as though someone had bled her dry--she was that pale."

Jack shivered. The Demon of Fear brought out their victims worst nightmares, whatever Ianto's fear was had a major blood fetish. Jack thought about what this murder had to do with Ianto, it was usually the victim that the Demon tortured through their memories not the people around them.

Jack walked away he wouldn't be getting anything from the police in his current physical state. He walked around for a while, he needed a change of clothes if he was going to see Ianto tomorrow. He didn't want the teenager to think that he had one outfit. He knew it was going to be harder because he didn't have money, he didn't even have his beloved wrist strap.

Jack wondered into a small shop, it was quite busy which could either make his idea work or fail. He knew that a change of clothes was probably the least of his problem, but he really didn't want to come across as a homeless teenager from the future, or worst in Ianto's head because he knew both cases would freak him out.

He looked at the clothes, he found a red tee and a blue one. He picked them both up and headed towards the changing rooms. He quickly pulled the red tee on, it had a slight pattern on. He ripped the tags off and then hung his old tee onto the hanger. He was glad that the small shop hadn't invested in CCTV cameras in the changing stools. Now with a different top, he headed out of the shop, changing his jeans would have been too difficult and he quite liked the ones he was wearing now.

When Jack walked out of the shop he stopped and looked up at the sky, it was a sunny morning. "What the..." It was night when he headed into the shop, he was sure of it. He grinned, this was going to be easier then he thought. He wasn't meant to stick around when nothing was happening. "Brilliant." He smiled as he headed into the direction of the house Ianto was staying at.

The first thing he noticed was the bright lights of a police car outside his house.

"Shit." He muttered as he saw Ianto sat on the wall, a blanket wrapped around him. His mum was standing next to him. Ianto looked up and saw him. He said something to his mum, and then she was looking over at him. She nodded to her son and Ianto headed over to him. The blanket tight around his shoulders.

"What happened?" Jack asked concerned. Ianto smiled and wrapped his arms around him. A friendly hug. "Ianto, you're shaking." Jack said as he rubbed Ianto's back. He wondered what had caused Ianto to hug him like that, in this time line they didn't know each other more than a few hour's worth of conversation. Jack wondered if he could sense their bond, but right now he wasn't questioning it. He just wanted to make sure his Ianto was okay, praying that he wasn't too late.